Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 13:17:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: SHEILA JOHNSON
Subject: MISS JOHNSON PART VI
AUTHORS NOTE:
This story contains descriptions of explicit lesbian sexual acts between
high school teenagers and adults. If this type of content offends you or
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
This story is a work of fiction. The characters contained within do not
refer to any actual persons either living or dead. The "Everson School for
Girls" is a fictionalized place created solely for literary purposes and
does not in any way refer to an actual school under the same name, whether
wholly or in part.
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Miss Johnson
Part VI - The Next Step
8:59 am.
That's what the clock said. Nicole had been staring at it since she woke
up. She'd been up for almost an hour, and the clock was the first thing
that captured her attention. Almost nine - just about time to get out of
bed.
But Nicole didn't move. She just sat there and stared, not really seeing
the time but letting her thoughts drift off into space.
'What the hell am I doing here?' she spoke aloud, grateful that no one was
around to hear. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling, careful to keep
her naked form covered as she moved about.
It was getting to be quite a familiar scene - her in waking up in Miss
Johnson's guest room after a night of tumultous sex, wearing absolutely
nothing. It had only happened once before, but Nicole was beginning to feel
more at home here than in her dorm room back at Everson - a point that
bothered her immensely.
This was the fourth time Nicole had engaged in some version of wanton
sexual activity with her thirty-eight year old English teacher - if that,
indeed, is what it was to be called. Others with more experience would've
characterized the events of the last two weeks as the slow and deliberate
seduction of a young and impressionable teenaged high school student into a
web of depraved erotic debauchery, a situation brought about by a
licentious and sexually overdriven educator who used her position to prey
on her own students. Only this time was different. Before, Nicole had been
seduced or enticed or coerced or whathaveyou, being nothing more than a
means of satisfaction for the older woman's libidinous appitites.
But not this time. This time, Nicole had chosen to be here and to allow the
thirty-something spinstress to lavish upon her all the delicate,
mind-bending perversions associated with such adult interactions. The fact
that she had come to Miss Johnson's the night before voluntarily should
have gone a long way towards alleviating any lingering doubts about her
desire or willingness to take part. Still, doubts did linger.
It was an impossible situation. That she was having an illicit (and now
consensual) sexual affair with her high school English teacher was bad
enough. That Miss Johnson was a woman strained the limits of acceptability
in circles Nicole knew outside of Everson, and only served to make matters
much more complicated - and much more dangerous. Something this scandalous,
no matter how incredibly pleasurable or alluring it might be, would have
wide sweeping consequences that would effect her for the rest of her life
if it ever reached the light of day.
What was she THINKING? Did she think AT ALL? Was she COMPLETELY INSANE?
What if someone found out? What if they got caught, or her mother and
father learned of what she was doing? Yes, Miss Johnson did things to
her...unspeakable, wonderful things...and made her feel things she'd never
felt before, but WHAT WAS THE POINT?!? What did it all mean? What was it
beyond the experience itself that made her choose to put EVERYTHING at
risk...her reputation, her future, her relationship with her parents...
...Amanda?
Amanda...
It was the one thing Nicole couldn't shake. A very solid wall had been
raised between her and her best friend, and that left Nicole feeling very
empty inside. Her friendship with Mandy meant more to her than anything in
the world; the fact that this...this...whatever this was...had come between
them was something Nicole never would have thought impossible. The two had
been virtually inseparable since well before high school. They shared
everything, and knew a lot more about each other than either of their
parents knew. A very special bond existed between them, making them more
like sisters than friends. Now, that bond seemed to be inexorably broken,
and Nicole wondered how - or if - it could ever be rebuilt. It was, of
course, all her fault - or so she believed. She was the one who allowed
this all to happen by not heeding Amanda's warnings to begin with. Nicole
let out a heavy sigh, mulling over if and how she would ever cope without
her very best friend. What would she do?
It was a rock too large to be sitting on shoulders as young as Nicole's,
and yet such a blatantly broad and potentially damaging reality could not
be ignored by anyone, much less an inexperienced eighteen-year old. As
disconcerting a thought as it appeared to be, however, Nicole let it slip
away as thoughts much more intimate - and more intoxicating - pushed their
way her into the forefront of her mind.
It had been well into the early hours of the morning when Miss Johnson
finally escorted Nicole to the guest room and put her to bed. The two made
love for almost five hours straight, and in every which way
imaginable. Miss Johnson more than lived up to her promise of a very
intense experience, tapping her extensive sexual repertoire to arouse
Nicole into a heightened state of perpetual sexual pleasure, a single and
seemingly continuous erotic convulsion that lasted throughout the
night. Nicole surrendered willingly, orgasm after orgasm following and
clinging to her ravaged body without thought or care. Nicole had even
sampled the taste of another woman's flesh for the first time, clumsily
sucking on one of Miss Johnson's fulsome mounds while impaled on her
massive cock. Miss Johnson rewarded her efforts with throaty words of
endearment, stroking Nicole's hair and holding the teenagers head lovingly
against her enormous chest.
Nicole closed her eyes and slid her hand down between her legs, her
thoughts coming squarely to rest on the evenings final tryst...
Miss Johnson had Nicole pinned against the bedroom door in another
passionate embrace, her tongue once again exploring deeply into the
teenagers mouth. Her strong hands roamed freely all over Nicole's body,
massaging her swollen breasts, tweaking the already well hardened
nipples. She moved in between Nicole's thighs and rubbed the young girl's
mound with her leg, feeling the wetness from Nicole's pussy running all
over her own thigh. Her hand soon followed, stroking Nicole's clit and
slipping two fingers deep into the teenagers vagina, prompting a powerful
moan into her own mouth.
Miss Johnson then lifted one of Nicole's thighs around her hips, using her
other hand to slip her over-sized organ into Nicole for the evening's last
jaunt into rapturous paradise. The teenager broke their kiss and moaned
loudly as she felt the massive head moving deep inside her again. Miss
Johnson stood taller than her young charge, and the height difference
allowed her to penetrate Nicole with ease, moving her hips with
determination and purpose up and in between Nicole thighs, her cock
plunging time and again into Nicole's dripping pussy.
Suddenly, Miss Johnson put her hands on Nicole's ass cheeks and lifted her
off the floor, moving away from the door. The move caught Nicole by
surprise, who instinctively wrapped her legs around her teacher's hips to
hang on, her arms clinging tightly to Miss Johnson's shoulders. The older
woman was now in complete control, and in this position was able to
simultaneously lower Nicole onto her fake manhood while thrusting upwards,
her breasts crushing into Nicole's, nipples rubbing together, producing a
very powerful - and predictable - result.
Nicole thrust a finger deep into her own vagina as she vividly recalled
Miss Johnson moving her up-and-down, up-and-down, the huge dildo sliding
deep within her with each successive thrust. Miss Johnson was quite strong
despite her curvaciousness, allowing her to hold on tightly to Nicole's ass
to support the teenager while she held her. Nicole was instantly
overwhelmed, her senses drowning in a deluge of sexual overstimulus. She
hung on for dear life, bracing herself for the herculean wave she knew was
coming as Miss Johnson plunged ahead ceaselessly, carrying on the mammoth
fuck with unrelenting precision. She found Nicole's mouth once again,
kissing her deeply and driving her cock deeper and deeper inside the young
teenager.
It wasn't long before Miss Johnson felt Nicole's body stiffening in her
arms as a furiously powerful climax suddenly possessed the teenager. She
groaned loudly, practically crushing Miss Johnson from the force of being
engulfed in her own pleasure. When she arrived back down to Earth, she went
limp and released her hold around the older woman. Miss Johnson struggled
to hang on to Nicole's sweat drenched body, the young girl's chest heaving
uncontrollably as she fought to catch her breath. The teacher kissed Nicole
on the lips and face, wiping the moisture away and whispering in Nicole's
ear, "I think that will be enough for this evening's lesson, Miss Taylor."
Those last words lingered in Nicole's mind, her hand working furiously at
her own clitoris to bring about a release, when suddenly there was a knock
at the door. Nicole lurched out of her masturbatory and quickly sat up in
bed, pulling the sheets to her chest to cover herself as the door
opened. Miss Johnson stuck her head inside.
"Good morning," she smiled. "Did I disturb you?"
"No," Nicole said nervously, catching her breath. "No, I was just getting
ready to get up."
"Do you mind if I come in?"
"Um...sure." Nicole felt like she was back in her parents house, covering
up for when she was doing something she wasn't supposed to. She wondered if
she had made any discernable noise during her clumsy little momentary foray
- or, more importantly, if Miss Johnson had heard her.
Miss Johnson closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed. She was
wearing the same black silk robe Nicole remembered from last week.
"So, how are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Ah...yes," Nicole smiled back. "I slept very well. Thank you," She was
trying to shield her embarrassment at having almost been caught playing
with herself, but she wasn't doing a very good job.
Miss Johnson immediately recognized Nicole's nervousness - along with the
young girls flushed expression. "Still feeling somewhat self conscious, are
we?"
"Huh? Oh, no!" Nicole's lie was not very convincing. "Not at all! I was
just, um...feeling a little cold. That's all." She lay back down on the
bed, clutching the sheet tightly to her chest.
"Ah, I see," Miss Johnson nodded with a sly smile, untying the sash on her
robe. "I think I know just the thing to warm you up a bit." She slipped the
robe off her shoulders.
Nicole felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes were filled once more with
the sight of her English teacher's incredible physique. She was beginning
to refer to it in her own mind as "that body", the only reasonable way she
could describe what to her was the closest thing to physical perfection
she'd ever imagined. Nicole had been in bed with Miss Johnson twice now - a
fact she still hadn't quite come to grips with - and yet it still
astonished her to see her naked. It was an understandable reaction. Up
until now, Nicole's own personal experience with the human form, either
male or female, had been somewhat limited, just as it was for most boys and
girls her age.
It was a trait Miss Johnson was very much aware of, and one which she
purposely exploited. The older woman was quite aware of the severity of
her own attractiveness, and of the obvious voluptuousness nature had given
her. She was also quite aware of the affects repeatedly revealing her own
over abundance could have on such young and inexperienced girls like
Nicole. She greatly relied on own physical transcendence, along with her
own personal knowledge and experience - and expertise in such areas as
hypnosis - to obliterate any sort of obstacle that might interfere with her
own sexual enjoyment of the young ladies she coveted. She would lure each
student into an exclusive world of female pleasure, a world she knew was
unlike anything they'd ever imagined before.
She reached for the covers. "May I?"
Nicole said nothing but slid accross to make room, her eyes captured by the
sight of Miss Johnson's visibly moistened pussy. She thought it strange
that Miss Johnson would come here to her naked without wearing her
dildo. The reason why would become clear in a moment.
Miss Johnson slid her naked form under the sheets and lay down beside the
teenager. She turned over on her side and perched herself on her elbow, her
chin resting lightly on her hand, and stared at Nicole, that all too
familiar impish expression now in full view across her face as she wantonly
regarded her young charge. Nicole felt her teachers gaze and just stared
upwards with an embarrassed expression. A moment or two passed before the
teacher spoke.
"Look at me, Miss Taylor."
Nicole turned her head and made eye contact with Miss Johnson. She caught
her breath slightly as she recognized the teachers lustful visage, as if
Miss Johnson were touching her without actually touching her. Another
moment passed before Miss Johnson spoke up again.
"Did you enjoy our session last night?"
Nicole blushed, looking away and giving a reluctant nod.
Miss Johnson smiled. "I'm glad. It's very important to me that all my
'special students' find their private sessions with me enjoyable. It's
nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about."
Nicole shook her head. "I'm not embarrassed," she said, "I'm just really -
"
"Confused?" Miss Johnson's eyebrows reached for the ceiling as she finished
Nicole's sentence.
Nicole gave the older woman a frank look. "Yes," she said, "Yes...very,
very confused."
"Well, of course you are," the teacher chuckled. "There isn't a young lady
in the world who wouldn't be confused if she found herself in your position
right now. It's perfectly alright. I'm sure there are a plethora of
questions wanting to burst out of that lovely head of yours. So...go
ahead. Ask me. Ask me anything you want."
It was Nicole's turn to raise her eyebrows. "You want me to just ask you?"
she asked.
"Absolutely."
"Anything?"
"Anything," the teacher replied. "I mean, after all, you and I haven't
really spoken about this in any great depth thus far. Go ahead. The floor
is open."
Nicole looked away for a moment. 'Where to begin,' she thought. But it
didn't matter. There was no one place that was better or worse than another
on this strange flight of erotic insanity, which made choosing a starting
point even more confusing. Nicole decided on the simplest things first. She
turned back to look at Miss Johnson before speaking.
"Do you sleep with a lot of students?" she asked.
Miss Johnson smiled again. 'Always the predictable questions first,' she
thought. "A lot? No. But I have been doing it for some time."
'Like THAT wasn't obvious,' thought Nicole. "See, that's the part that I
don't get. You actually prefer girls to guys?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," the teacher nodded. "Miss Taylor, the question is fighting
itself within you. Just say what you mean."
"Don't you LIKE guys?"
The older woman laughed. "Of course I like guys," she said. "I love
men. Some of my best friends are men, and they are wonderful people."
"But you don't like having sex with them."
"Let's just say that men can be very messy when it comes to such
things. All that romantic entanglement - such nonsense. I prefer
simplicity, not complications, and the last thing I need is to hear the
words 'I love you' coming from a man's mouth."
"That sounds like something that a GUY would say."
"I'll admit, it does seem to be a somewhat odd reversal of the roles
between the sexes. And there you have me, Miss Taylor, for it is something
I find myself completely unable to explain, despite it's apparent - and I
do mean, 'apparent' - hypocrisy."
"I don't understand..."
"Well, after all, it is traditionally believed that it is men who, while
absolutely ruthless in the pursuit of their own personal sexual
gratification, are completely indifferent when it comes to love. But that
is a very general stereotype, and does not apply to all men. Indeed, there
have been men in the past whose affections I've turned away - and whom I
have always regretted for having hurt them."
Nicole's interest perked up instantly. "So - there HAVE been men in your
past?"
The teacher looked away with a pensive expression. "Yes, Miss Taylor, there
have been - men who I believe were honest in their intentions, but who were
otherwise quite unsuitable for any kind of commitment beyond being just
friends or colleagues."
"Because you like girls."
"Yes." The look of regret went away as Miss Johnson looked right at
Nicole. "We are who we are, Miss Taylor. To deny that means denying
ourselves all other things."
Nicole sighed and shook her head. "Sounds like you should've been born a
guy."
The smile returned. "I have often thought that, myself. But it doesn't
matter. There is nothing about my life that I wish was different. Besides,"
her voice grew husky as she reached out and began stroking Nicole's upper
arm with her fingertips, "men have provided a wonderful example of how to
successfully administer pleasure to the female form."
Nicole's felt her stomach begin to flutter, closing her eyes and licking
her lips as she felt the older woman's hand on her skin. She knew what was
coming, and she tried to ward it off with another question. "So...um...why
high school girls. I mean...um...you're an attractive, successful
woman. Isn't fooling around with...um...high schoolers a
little...um...dangerous?"
Miss Johnson gently pulled the sheet down from Nicole's chest, exposing the
teenagers nicely rounded bosom. She started lightly stroking Nicole's left
nipple, lazily drawing circle's around with her middle finger. The pink nub
began to harden.
"Yes, it is dangerous...and very, very exciting. Young ladies are very
uncomplicated and so easy to please...so easy to seduce..."
Her hand continued it's way under the sheets until it found it's way to the
cleft between Nicole's thighs. Nicole obeyed the awakened instinct inside
her and parted her legs to allow the older woman easier access to the inner
folds, already moist from Nicole's earlier attempt at release.
"Mmmm...you've been busy here, Miss Taylor."
"Miss Johnson..." Nicole's breath was becoming shallow.
The teacher found Nicole's clitoris and began slowly stroking. "Yes, Miss
Taylor, go on."
It was becoming harder for the teenager to think clearly. "Why me...?"
Miss Johnson moved closer. "I already answered that for you, Miss
Taylor. It is because I think you are perfectly adorable."
"But I..."
"Shhh." The teacher awkwardly silenced Nicole with the index finger from
her other hand. "Miss Taylor you above all people should understand..."
She quickly sank two fingers inside Nicole. The young girl moaned loudly as
she listened to Miss Johnson speaking.
"...it's not polite to speak with your mouth full..."
Nicole felt the teachers lips covering her own, her mouth filled with the
familiar sensation of the older woman's tongue. The fingers inside her
frigged her slowly, the teachers thumb taking charge of massaging the
teenagers clit. Nicole brought her hands to Miss Johnson's head and pulled
her close, giving in once again to the that feeling of blissfulness she'd
quickly developed a urgent yearning for.
Miss Johnson mouth moved down and took hold of one of Nicole's nipples, her
mouth once again effectuating the sweet rewards she had long since become
accustomed to...kissing...sucking...licking...
Nicole reached back and grabbed hold of the bedpost behind her, smiling and
twisting her head from side to side as she bit her lip. The wonderful
sensations she felt rushing throughout her young body were so much more
satisfying than anything she could have done for herself. She no longer
cared about school, her reputation, or her future, and not a single thought
came to her about Amanda. She didn't care that it was her teacher...or that
her teacher was much older...or that she was a woman...
...all she cared about was the lightening shooting through her nerves as
orgasm finally took her, Miss Johnson making her cum easily under the
skillful exercise of her very practiced and very nimble hands and fingers.
Nicole was still panting when she opened her eyes, only to find Miss
Johnson smiling at her. The teenager smiled back, then froze when she heard
Miss Johnson speak...
"Would you like to learn how to please another woman?"
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A note from the author:
To all of you who have written to voice your approval, praise, or
encouragement, I thank you. I am pleased to learn that you are enjoying
what I've written thus far.
As for those you who anxiously await for the point when Amanda will join
the fun...
...patience...
SJ
;-)